"Wot the hell are ye doin' over there?" Will ground out. "Can't ye take care of one tied-up woman?"

"Course I can," Perdy grumbled. He grabbed Julianne by the hair, and pain shot through her scalp. She let out a cry, and he stuffed the rag back in her mouth, then rose to his feet.

"There's a pistol trained on both of you," came Gideon's voice out of the darkness. "If either of you so much as blink, I'll blow a hole right through your heart. Whichever one is left will get my knife in his gut."

Both men froze. "Put down your knives," Gideon ordered. "Nice and slow. Right by your feet."

Will coughed then said, "There's something ye should know-"

"If you speak again before I tell you to, whatever you say will be your last words," Gideon said in a deadly voice that sent shivers down Julianne's spine. "Now do as I said. Before I get angry. And kill you anyway."

Working frantically, Julianne managed to spit out the rag and pulled in a deep breath. She didn't want to speak and distract Gideon, so she just kept yanking on the ropes, noting with grim satisfaction that she'd made some progress.

She watched both men set their knives on the wooden floor then slowly rise.

"Good," said Gideon from the darkness. "Now kick them toward the crates."

After the knives skidded across the floor, Gideon ordered, "Facedown. On the floor. Hands behind your head."

After they'd obeyed, Gideon said in a chilling voice, "If you move, I won't hesitate to kill you." Then he said softly, "Julianne, are you hurt?"

"N… no. But I'm bound." She gave a mighty twist of her wrist, and it slipped free. "Was bound," she corrected, her voice filled with satisfaction, as she pulled the rope off her. "I just managed to free my hands."

"Excellent. You gentlemen are very fortunate the lady isn't hurt. Now, one of you-and only one of you-is going to tell me who you are and why you kidnapped this woman."

"Um, well, it's like this," said the one named Perdy. "This bloke came to us earlier tonight, said he'd pay us handsome to grab the lady from the party."

Julianne didn't hear Gideon moving toward her, but suddenly he was next to her, his fingers lightly pressing against her mouth, his lips next to her ear. "Don't speak unless I ask you something, and then just go along with whatever I say," he whispered. He leaned back, and his gaze fastened on hers. Fear and relief rushed through her, but she firmly shoved them aside and nodded. In a single slice he cut the ropes binding her ankles, then pulled her to her feet.

With one strong arm wrapped around her waist, he loudly said to the kidnappers, "Tell me about this bloke who hired you." He then immediately whispered to Julianne, "Can you stand on your own?" At her nod, he released her and scooped up the ropes from the floor. Then he pressed something into her hand. "Take this knife," he whispered directly in her ear. "If anyone comes near you, stab them. Except me."

Julianne's fingers curved around the handle, and she nodded, praying she wouldn't have to use the weapon.

"Bloke didn't give his name," Perdy said.

"What did he look like?"

"Couldn't tell. It were dark, and he wore a hooded cape. A dandy he were, though. Had one of them rich bloke voices. Gave us a gold watch and some blunt, said we'd get the rest after the job were done."

"How much more?"

"Twenty quid."

"And what precisely was the job?" Gideon asked.

"Kidnap the lady. Use her as bait to get the Runner here." Perdy hesitated. "Then kill the Runner."

"And what was to become of the lady?" Gideon asked in a silky voice.

"We were to let her go. Leave her in Hyde Park. Unharmed."

"My lady, I believe you are proficient with a pistol, are you not?" Gideon asked her.

"I am very proficient with a pistol, Mr. Mayne," Julianne replied, hoping she sounded proficient as opposed to scared out of her wits.

"Excellent. I am going to tie these men. If one of them makes any sudden moves, I want you to blow his head off."

"I'd be delighted," she said in the same voice she used to accept invitations to dance.

"No need to be blowin' anybody's head off," Perdy said quickly. "We ain't movin'. Are we, Will?"

"Hell, no. Jacko would have our head if we did."

Julianne sensed Gideon stiffen, and she wondered who Jacko was, but before she could think on the matter, Gideon nudged the closest man's hip with his boot. "What's your name?"

"Perdy."

"And your friend's name?"

"Will."

"Perdy, I'm going to tie up Will. If he moves, I'm going to stab him. If you move, the lady is going to blow your head off. Any questions?"

"No," both men answered in unison.

Julianne watched Gideon work, and all she could think was, Please don't make me blow his head off, which was really quite ridiculous, as she didn't even have a pistol! Still, she gripped the knife in both hands, knowing that if either man tried to hurt Gideon, she'd do whatever was necessary to protect him.

Once both men's hands and feet were bound, Gideon searched their pockets. He pulled a gold watch from Perdy's pocket and held it up to the meager bit of light from the window. He then rolled both men onto their backs, rose, and glared down at the abductors turned prisoners.

"This the watch he gave you?" Gideon asked.

Perdy nodded. "Yes."

"Why were you to kill the Runner?"

"Bloke didn't say. But he never said the Runner were Gideon Mayne," Perdy said in a rush. "If he had, we wouldn't have taken the job."

"Swear we wouldn't have," added Will.

"Why not?" asked Gideon.

"Why, we couldn't kill Jacko's son," Perdy said, while Will nodded. "Done us both a good turn, yer father has-"

"Several good turns," broke in Will. "Didn't know you were the Runner the bloke meant. Yor pa's salt of the earth."

"Right," said Perdy. "Helps a lot of us in St. Giles and those down by the docks as well."

"What do mean, 'helps'?" Gideon asked in a sharp voice.

"Gives us money," Perdy said. "Food. Gets us medicine. Liquor. Whatever we need."

"He saved my boy's life, he did," Will added. "So sick little Billy were, we were sure he was a goner. Jacko got the medicine that made him better. Sure as hell I'd never be the one to harm a hair on Jacko's own son's head."

"Anybody stupid enough to try wouldn't live long to tell the tale," Perdy said. "Jacko would see to that."

For several seconds silence pulsed in the dark room. Then Gideon crouched down near the men. "You made a serious error tonight," he said in a low, deadly voice, "and you're very, very fortunate that the lady wasn't hurt. Because if she were, you wouldn't live to tell the tale. I know your names, and I know what you look like. I never want to hear of you or see you again. Ever. Is that clear?"

Both men nodded, then Perdy asked, "W… wot are ye goin' to do with us?" He gave a nervous laugh. "Don't forget-we didn't harm neither of ye."

Gideon stared down at the two men. Everything inside him wanted to pummel them to bloody pulps for touching Julianne. They might not have hurt her, but they could have. And they'd certainly frightened her. And the bastards had shaved at least a decade off his own life from the scare. If he lived to be one hundred, he'd never forget seeing her being grabbed and pulled from the room.

"If you'd tried to kill me, I assure you you wouldn't have succeeded," Gideon said coldly. He believed that absolutely, but it irked him that the fact that he was Jack Mayne's son could have in any way saved him. "And if you'd in any way harmed the lady, you'd be dead, regardless. As it is, I'll let the magistrate know where you are. Enjoy your wait until he arrives."

"Aw, now that ain't no way to treat us after we didn't try to kill ye," Will protested. "Plus, ye took our watch."

"I could still shoot you in the head, if you'd prefer," Gideon said pleasantly. "In fact-"

"No, no, that's all right," Perdy broke in. "We'll just stay here. And wait for the magistrate to find us."

"As you wish." Without another word, he turned. He wanted to get Julianne as far away from here as possible. Ascertain for himself that she was indeed all right. And then he'd find the bastard behind this. And make that bastard very, very sorry.

He went to Julianne and handed her her slippers. Once she'd donned them, he took her hand and led her swiftly through the maze of crates. A moment later the cool night air struck them, and Gideon drew a deep breath. He paused long enough to look at Julianne. Her hair and clothes were disheveled, her face as pale as wax, and her eyes the size of dinner plates. She still clutched the knife he'd given her as if her very life depended upon it. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, but he had to get her away from here. Somewhere safe. Where he could get all the details of her ordeal and send off a message to the magistrate. Somewhere he could have a few moments to himself to recover from a terror that all but paralyzed him.

He took the knife from her and slipped it into his boot. A shiver ran through her, and he yanked off his jacket. "Put this on," he said, helping her slip her arms through the sleeves. "Are you all right? Can you walk?"

"Of course," she answered, actually looking insulted. "I'm not the delicate princess you think I am."

If he'd been capable of doing so, he would have smiled at her umbrage. Indeed, she'd proven herself quite the warrior tonight. He grabbed her hand and walked swiftly, dodging in and out of narrow alleys until they emerged on a wider cobbled street. He saw a hack on the corner and immediately hailed the driver. Seconds later they were ensconced inside. He gave the driver his direction and they were on their way.

Sitting across from her, Gideon reached out and clasped Julianne's shoulders, his gaze searching. "Are you certain you weren't hurt?"

She swallowed and nodded. "My wrists hurt a bit," she said in a slightly trembling voice. "From the ropes."

His gaze instantly dropped to her hands. And his fury flared. Her delicate wrists were badly abraded. He snatched his handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket and pressed it gently against the raw skin, which seeped blood. The sight of her injuries, the rage it inspired, rendered him momentarily speechless.

"They said they meant to kill you," she whispered. A look that could only be described as fierce entered her eyes. Indeed, she suddenly looked like an avenging fury. "I wasn't going to let them hurt you."

Bloody hell. His heart just… melted. "I can see that."

"They put a hood over my head and stuffed an awful rag in my mouth," she said, the words coming quickly between rapid breaths. "I pretended I'd swooned while I worked on loosening the ropes and spitting out the rag. As soon as the door squeaked, I knew it was you. There were two of them and only one of you, and I was so frightened." She drew in a shaky breath. "I would have shot them, you know. If I'd had to. And, well, if I'd had a pistol. I would have used that knife."

Unable to stop himself, he raised her hands and gently pressed his lips against her fingers. "You may have been frightened, but you, my darling princess, were absolutely magnificent."

"I was?"

"Beyond magnificent. You were brave and determined, courageous and dogged. If I had to choose one word, it would be fierce."

A bit of color washed into her pale cheeks. She moistened her lips. "I… thank you. I believe that is the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. I knew you would come for me."

Gideon nodded, unable to speak around the sudden lump in his throat. He brushed his lips over her scraped wrists and pulled in a deep breath. And almost smiled. Bloody hell, in spite of all she'd been through, the scent of vanilla still clung to her skin. He looked into her eyes and spoke the simple truth. "I never would have stopped looking for you, Julianne."

Her bottom lip trembled, and tears pooled in her eyes. "I know," she whispered. "Thank you. But about all those nice things you said… most of all, I was just very scared." A tear spilled over to trail down her cheek followed by several more, and a breathy sob escaped her. "I don't feel very fierce or determined now. In fact… oh, dear, I think I'm going to cry."

The tears overflowed in earnest, and with a groan, Gideon shifted to sit next to her. He pulled her into his arms, and she buried her face against his neck. Feeling utterly helpless, he held her close. Brushed his lips over her soft hair. Whispered words he hoped would soothe her. And with every breath, he fell deeper in love with her. His fiercely brave, terrified princess who escaped her ropes, spat out her gag, screamed to warn him, and would have stabbed anyone who'd tried to hurt him. Bloody hell, she wasn't a princess. She was a… gown-clad warrior.